Loyal Knight Block Tales Novels & Stories

They are now both facing each other while under the ray of light coming from the window. Then Lark resolutely made up his mind and he kneeled on one knee while looking up facing Earth. His action of kneeling surprised Earth but he didn’t stop him. “Let me formally introduce myself to you, I am Lark knightly, from the clan Effulgence, a believer of the bringer, the destined Guardian of the Coin of Destiny. I humbly request a pact of loyalty, and I swear to protect and follow your lead even if it cost my own life” Lark said while looking him in the eyes as he request pledge loyalty.

“I know all about you! An Ezealyran who disappeared one day and is now the knight of the Slorian army. The strongest one of the lot!” In a swift move, he places a cut of Leo’s arm. Leo winces but does not let the pain affect him and uses his shield to block more attacks. “Fight me, knight!” Taurus snarls. “Fight!” A crazed psycho, Taurus hits the shield with his brute strength and cracks it. Leo snarls and ditches the shield, deflecting the attacks with his sword. “Once you die, I’ll ravage through the city and destroy it!” Taurus taunts him in-between all the attacks. “You have a mate, right? What’ll happen to her once you die?”

Aaron gave out a sheepish smile as he absently scratched the back of his neck. His blue eyes quickly darted from left to right, trying unsuccessfully to avoid eye contact with Arthur who was seated right in front of him. Unfortunately for Aaron, his face mirrored the guilt that he was feeling. As the resident trouble maker for the Knight family, Aaron falls into trouble easily. Perhaps, a little bit too easily. He couldn't avoid them no matter how hard he tried, mischief always has a way of finding him at every turn.

I couldn't understand her anymore. I thought Father was just having an illusion when he said that the Crown Princess is unreadable. But now I realize that he was right, she's a book with an empty pages. I kneel down and lowered my head. "With all my heart, I swear to God that I will offer you my loyalty, my life, and my soul. I will serve you in the name of noble Lavescha, I will be your knight." I couldn't wait to read the empty pages when I found that the stories was totally hidden.

"State your name and business!" "I am the Shadow Knight," he replied, letting power resonate through the words. "I seek Lord Blackmoor's heir. We share common enemies." The scouts exchanged glances. One wheeled his mount, galloping back toward the keep. The others formed a loose circle, blessed crossbows trained on him but fingers carefully off triggers. "You're the one from the stories," another scout said. "The knight who fell to darkness. Who slaughtered an entire Inquisition unit at the crossroads."

His lips curled with a smile. HUNTERS/MAGIC knights ranking system; 1.) Squire: 530-PL: Rank D 2.) Officer: 845-PL: Rank C 3.) Knight: 1150-PL: Rank B 4.) Commander: 1450-PL: Rank A 5.) Supreme Commander: Rank S 6.) Vedic Knights. PS: PL= Power Level. *** I am already A-Ranked, only two more to become one of the strongest Knight in the world. Am I great or what? Such thoughts flooded his mind. Why wouldn’t it? It was his dream to strongest in the world. That was the only way to get what he wanted.

I extend my hand and pluck out a box of tea with a vivid painting of a ballroom and nobility from the regency era. The labeling states Royal British Earl Grey. Oooh, Interesting! I'd like to try this sometime. Placing it back, my eyes drift to a box with a painting of a silver dragon soaring over an emerald European countryside. A determined-looking medieval knight clad in armor sits atop the dragon's neck. The Knights' dark blue surcoat whipped in the wind behind him, a blue Christian Cross in the middle of his doublet. Sword raised in one hand while in the other a shield covered with the same Cross. Tufts of his blonde hair escape through his open helmet.

If he wanted to warn us about the possible danger and risk we’re in, then he’d resort to someone else, maybe Alpha or his beta, the silver-haired man I once met. There was something ominous about him. And maybe it was because of Knight. General Rui, as Knight emphasized time and time again, was a man loyal to the kingdom. Thus, he wasn’t sure where his loyalties lie. To his own or to the royals. If he had a decent amount of morale and empathy, he wouldn’t put us into trouble…He promised this to me as well. “I came here for one thing, Amethyst…and…” “And?” He inhaled and pulled a scroll inside his armor. I automatically leaned forward, curious. “Read this…there’s no better explanation,”

He understood that Jun cannot be associated with anything illegal, that boy was too fragile for this world to even try anything like that. Yeon let out a small sigh, mumbling a small apology once again. There were lots of thoughts going through his mind, but in the end, Yeon decided to just let faith decide their path. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

But strangely, this one didn’t feel like the same kind of threat. “Let go of me,” she said, although it came out as a whisper. The man’s breathing had changed, become erratic, like controlled chaos. Something about her had cut through the haze clouding his mind. Roman Knight had locked himself in this room minutes earlier. He had recognized the drug almost immediately, laughing at the mere foolishness of it. Firstly, that a mere drug could ever leave him a slave to his body, and secondly, that they were dead come morning. But the unnatural heat in his blood, and the fog in his mind that this person occupied told a different story.